At the dining table, he sits in the middle like a man in a painting, everything is just right, and the sunlight from the tall floor-to-ceiling glass behind him depicts his sculptural side.

"Early." He glanced up at her.

"Yesterday, you—" She opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I made some." He gestured to the table full of food.

"It's... It's quite hearty, ......," Qiao Qianwen smiled. Everything is normal, it seems that she is thinking too much...

"Well, hurry up and eat, we'll have to go to the market when we're done." He said as he scooped the last bite of porridge into his mouth.

"The bazaar... You mean the black market? She pulled over a stool and sat down across from him, "To investigate what?" ”

"The last time the drug kid who attacked you said that the murderer only asked him to sell paintings, and never let him buy painting supplies, it is very likely that he bought it himself. I'm not going to the bureau today, but a few of them are there to join us. ”

Xing Yi raised his eyes and looked at her holding chopsticks for a long time, curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "What's wrong, there is no appetite?" ”

"Uh....." Qiao Qianwen looked at a table of sumptuous breakfast, holding chopsticks and didn't know what to do.

"This siu mai is not bad, you can taste it," he picked up a piece and put it in her bowl, "and this soup-filled xiaolongbao....."

Seeing that the bowl was piled up, Qiao Qianwen hurriedly stretched out her chopsticks to block the dumplings that Xing Yi was about to put into her bowl in the next second.

"Thanks, I'm enough." Qiao Qianwen pulled a smile. Did this man feed her like a pig?

"Where did these come from?" She poked the roasted wheat from the bowl and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You've got it chilled in the fridge."

"..... my refrigerator?" Qiao Qianwen swallowed the food in her mouth and thought suspiciously. She had these things in her empty fridge?

After taking a bite of the dumplings in the bowl, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Xing Yi...."She raised her eyes to look at the man with her head down.

"Huh?" Xing Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Are these in the refrigerator drawer under the refrigerator?"

"That's right."

Qiao Qian's stomach felt nauseous.

“.... Big brother, didn't you look at the date when you did it? I bought those things years ago! ”

"Oh, is it expired?" He looked at the newspaper and said nonchalantly, "Fortunately, I only drank porridge." ”

Seeing that he was light and light, Qiao Qianwen was simply angry, did this man deliberately take revenge on her?

"Xing Yi, why don't you give me death?" She gritted her teeth and raised a smile.

He put down the newspaper leisurely and smiled.

"I'm dead, who cooks for you, who accompanies you... What about sleeping? ”

"You!"

"Alright." He put down the newspaper and stood up and smiled, "Don't worry, these are the ones I bought in the morning, and I've already thrown away the contents of your fridge." ”

Qiao Qianwen was stunned, "Why should I believe you?" ”

He shook his head, took the chopsticks from her hand and put them into her bowl, picking up the remaining half of the dumpling she had just bitten into and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Do you believe that?"

She froze and pointed at him.

“...... That's what I bitten. ”

He suddenly approached her and smiled playfully,

"You've bitten it, isn't it a dumpling?"

"......" said this, since she was speechless.

"Okay, eat quickly, we still have to catch the market."

"Got it."

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The car deviated from the streets in the center of the city and drove along an unknown road into the suburbs of the city and countryside.

Although it is a first-tier city, some places, especially the townspeople in the suburbs, still retain the folk customs of catching up with the mobile market.

The mobile bazaar is everywhere, the uncertainty is too strong, one gang today will be another gang tomorrow, and it is precisely because of this that the murderer took a fancy to this and sold his paintings without leaving a trace. It's just that I don't know if they can come across useful clues this time.

"You said this market is quite interesting!" Yu Meng's eyes lit up when she looked at the dazzling array of small commodities.

"Rushing to the market? I really haven't seen it..."Deng Ming looked at the small stall vendors that filled the street in front of him, and he was also interested. As a Chinese foreigner who is not only of mixed race but also grew up abroad, Deng Ming has never seen such a folk cultural activity.

"It's a pity that Brother Yang didn't come." Deng Ming shook his head regretfully.

In addition to Qiao Qianwen and Xing Yi today, only Yu Meng and Deng Ming followed them, and Yang Yi stayed in the bureau to continue the information collection at hand.

"Ah Ming, Yu Meng, the two of you are in a group, and I am in a group with Forensic Doctor Qiao, and we will act separately."

"Yes!" Deng Ming and Yu Meng glanced at each other, and their eyes lit up at the same time.

Xing Yi glanced at the two of them slightly, "You two don't be greedy. ”

"Yes...."The light in the eyes of the two of them dimmed instantly.

Qiao Qianwen pulled his clothes, Xing Yi lowered his head slightly, but saw her pointing to a van not far ahead.

"There seems to be a painting for sale there, let's go take a look?"

"Hmm."

The two of them wandered aimlessly, then slowly approached the van.

The van was hung with all kinds of oil paintings, basically imitation fakes, and some digital oil paintings, which were sold exclusively to interested people.

"Boss, is there anything you can hang in the wedding room?" Xing Yi was the first to speak.

The boss pulled down his black crappy sunglasses and glanced at them, and a smile instantly overflowed on his face.

"The two of you are newlyweds, right? Congratulations. ”

Qiao Qianwen smiled helplessly and pretended to be grateful.

"I'm telling you, most people like to hang this picture in this wedding room." The boss grinned and pointed to an oil painting of a little angel in the carriage, "Look at how cute this child is, he will definitely have many children and many blessings in the wedding room!" ”

"Uh....." Qiao Qianwen frowned, and asked instead, "Boss, I usually like to paint, can I sell the paintings I paint here?" ”

The boss was silent for a while, covered his mouth and whispered, "Then it depends on how well you draw." ”

"Look at this," the boss said, pulling out a red rose from the corner, "this one was painted by a painter." This painter's paintings are selling so well that every merchant here has resold his works. To be honest, it's a shame that this kind of painting is sold by us. ”

She touched the strange texture of the painting, gently picked it up and put it under her nose and sniffed it, and a feeling of nausea came to her heart.

..... smell of blood?

The mobile phone rang, Xing Yi picked it up, and hung up the phone in a few seconds.

Qiao Qianwen looked at him suspiciously.

"Huh?"

"Deng Ming: They found a place that sells painting tools, let's go there."

Xing Yi led her through the crowd until she reached the intersection, and not far away, Meng Zheng waved her hand to them.

The painting shop in front of them is not a mobile vendor, but a regular store. Although the façade is small, the interior decoration is quite artistic.

"Team Xing, look at the first two paintings." Deng Ming pointed to the white wall in the store.

If you are suspicious of this store, it is because you can see the three paintings on the walls of the store at a glance from the outside.

On the wall of the shop are three paintings in red tones, all with white as the background and red as the brushstrokes, the first two paintings are clear and they could not be clearer. One is a bright red mourning Christ, and the other is a dark red Venus with a severed arm.

As soon as a few people walked into the store, the cold air in it was too low, and the business in the store was so cold that even the owner didn't know where to go.

At this time, Qiao Qianwen saw the third painting hanging on the wall.

"This painting ....."

On the white background, a bright red doll is depicted, pulled by invisible silk threads to make strange movements, the doll hangs its head, long curly hair falls to the ground, and a dark red circular stage is painted underground.

Her head stabbed for no apparent reason, and her eyes shook. Her brain was shrouded in blood, and the puppet in front of her seemed to suddenly grin a strange grin at her.